I'm standing on our rooftop.Hesitating, thinking about the chaos that I'm going to start.No, it's not a case of suicide, my dad requested me to paint the edges, my paintbrush was dripping the colors on the floor. Mixed with my sweet blood and my silent pain.A gloomy cloud persuaded me. Death, seemed so friendly this past month. Finally, I received an invitation to meet him in person.I started my masterpiece on the wall. The wind of remorse slapping my face.It's too late, I began to fade, and my reincarnation spread on the wall., blood and tears, a hell of a combination.Soon the rain will wash away the pain.